Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Peru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
The Move,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
The Associates,
Franke,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
Television,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.